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franki-lew-yo · 1 year ago

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--Fifty actually good Free to Watch Animated Movies--

Most are on Tubi, of course, but I don't think you'll mind that. Get em while they're hot - please dm/pm with any potential triggercontent warnings that you think might be needed.

I especially recommend Mary & Max, Kubo and the Two Strings, Last Unicorn, The Wolf House, Ernest and Celestine, Rock & Rule, Hair High, and Nocturna.

They're all beautiful and absolutely worth your time while they're still on Tubi, Youtube, or just online at all.

Safe for Families

The Legend of Hei (Chinese, English Dub) Action, Fantasy

Ernest and Celestine (English Dub) Comedy/Drama

All Dogs go to Heaven (English) Fantasy/Action/Musical

The Secret of NIMH (English) Adventure/Action/Drama

Nocturna (English Dub) Fantasy/Comedy

The Mouse and his Child (English) Drama/Adventure

The Magic Pony/The Humpbacked Horse (English Dub) Fantasy/Adventure

Ferngully: The Last Rainforest (English) Fantasy/Adventure/Musical

Here Comes Peter Cottontail (English) Comedy/Fantasy/Musical

Moon Man (English Dubs) Fantasy/Comedy

The Legend of Sirius/Sea Prince and the Fire Child (English) Fantasy/Romance/Drama

The Adventures of Unico and Unico and the Island of Magic (English Dubs) Fantasy/Adventure/Comedy

The Snow Queen (English Dub) Fantasy/Adventure

Long Way North (English Dub) Adventure/Historical

Eleanor’s Secret (English Dub) Fantasy/Adventure

The Last Unicorn (English) Fantasy/Drama/Adventure CW: Contains a harpy for one scene that your super religious mom might have a fit at but otherwise safe

Night on the Galactic Railroad (English Dub) Drama/Fantasy

Havoc in Heaven (Mandarin, subs available) Fantasy/Action/Adventure

Tito and the Birds (English Dub) Fantasy/Action/Horror

The Thief and the Cobbler (English) Adventure/Fantasy/Action CW: Ideologically sensitive despictions

The Adventures of Mark Twain (English) Adventure/Fantasy CW: May disturb some children, ideologically sensitive material

Raggedy Anne and Andy: A Musical Adventure (English) Adventure/Fantasy

On Happiness Road (Hokkien/Mandarin, English Sub) Drama/Comedy/Adventure CW: Systemic oppression

The Tale of the Fox (German, English Sub) Fantasy/Adventure

Ringing Bell (Japanese, English Sub) Drama/Adventure CW: May upset some children as it's an analogy for child soldiers

The Brave Little Toaster (English) Adventure/Drama CW: violence towards appliances

The Little Vampire (English Dub) Fantasy/Adventure

--Mature--

Have a Nice Day (Mandarin, English Sub) Action/Thriller/Crime CW: Violence, Domestic Abuse

The Painting (English Dub) Adventure/Comedy/Drama

Jin-Roh: The Wolf Brigade (English Dub) Drama/Thriller/Action CW: Police Brutality

A Cat in Paris (English Dub) Action/Comedy/Crime

Penguin Highway (English Dub) Speculative fiction/Drama

When the Wind Blows (English) Drama/Horror CW:Radiation poisoning, Elder Abuse

I Married a Strange Person (English) Comedy/Horror/Romance CW: Violence

Blood Tea and Red String (English) Horror/Arthouse CW: Violence, Sexual assault imagery

S He (non-verbal) Arthouse/Horror CW: sexism and misogynist ab*se (with shoes)

The Plague Dogs (English) Drama/Action CW: Animal abuse, animal death, violence

The Romantic (English) Fantasy/Horror CW: Domestic abuse

A Dog's Courage (English dub) Drama/Action/Adventure CW: Animal abuse

Robot Carnival (English Dub) Sci-Fi/Drama

Vampires in Havana (Spanish, English Sub) Comedy/Drama CW: Violence

Gandahar (French) Fantasy/Action/Adventure

Animal Farm (English) Drama/Thriller CW: Animal death, animal abuse

Technotise: Edit & I (Serbian, English Sub) Thriller/Fantasy

Dante’s Inferno: An Animated Epic (English) Horror/Fantasy CW: Religious/sexual/domestic abuse imagery, violence

Louis by the Shore (English dub) Drama/Psychological

Rock & Rule (English) Fantasy/Action/Musical

Ghost in the Shell (English Dub) Action/Thriller/Drama

Millenium Actress (English Dub) Fantasy/History/Action

Away (Latvian, no talking) Arthouse/Drama

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dexthtoyounglings · 2 years ago

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Where Jealousy Thrives, Morals Die

Dewdrop x Reader Smut

Summary: Mates are an important thing. Special to one, if not openly shared with another. Especially a ghoul's mate. Keeping them to yourself may cause some.. problems.

Warnings: established relationship, fighting (not with the reader), fingering, p in v, Dewdrop's a bit rough at times, praise kink, possession kink, slight overstimulation, mentions of mutual pinning

GIF NOT MINE!!

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It was mid-day, the sun at the highest point in the sky, though you only could tell by the numbers on your clock. You had finished your duties, quickly finalizing your sentence that you wrote for Sister Mary-Anne, the woman that ran errands for the ministry and supplied you all with food, drinks and various things that allowed you comfortable living.

You set the half-finished letter aside and stood up, your habit falling to your ankles fast before you started moving towards the door, opening it with an eager stomach and an eager mind before stepping through the doorway.

From all directions of the hallway, you heard voices, few moving to the dining area and others simply walking around and greeting friends that have the same lack of appetite around this time.

Usually Dewdrop greeted you near your office, but from the loud, dramatic sighs that you started hearing from the music wing, you figured they had been in a long practice session, one that was tough on them - more tough than they deserved.

You stopped near the turn and looked down to see the ghouls in a clump, the ghoulettes waving to you with the friendliest of smiles. Aether, rain and Mountain all sent you toothy grins as they neared the end of their hall and Swiss only looked at you.

Focusing in on Dewdrop, his face was glowing, balaclava pulled down so you could see his sharp teeth glinting in the light of the hallway. His jacket was on neatly, showing that either he didn't take it off or Mountain helped him put it on after the morning practice.

"Hey beautiful," Sodo greeted, holding your waist as he set a kiss on your forehead. You smiled, closing your eyes as his lips, warm and rough, pressed your skin. You felt your blood warm from that point, spreading all throughout your face with a flush.

Swiss made a gagging noise, "You two are disgusting."

Dewdrop's head whipped around, his lip lifted in a snarl. You felt the air thicken, like you were breathing in a heavy fog. The fingers on your waist sunk into the plush skin harder, pinching you a little bit. It made you want to squirm in his arms but you stayed as still as you could.

"She's my mate, get over it already," the fire ghoul growled out. What did "get over it" mean?

Swiss stepped forward, looking into your eyes in a way that you could feel in your bones without even having to see the way they sharpened under his lenses.

"I thought you didn't wanna talk about your insecurities in front of her - it sure seems like you're bringing up a heavy topic," the multi-ghoul sneered, lips curling into a cruel smirk.

Dew left you, the heat around you increased in temperature, making you pull at your collar, backing away. The group of bandmates behind them had stopped. They know something that you don't. The guilt in the way Cirrus bit her lip and the way Mountain's own lips seemed to purse like he knew what was next. They all knew.

"You have a big mouth, buddy, compensating for something?" Dewdrop spit back with venom coating his words.

Swiss laughed, "I'd have her screaming about the similarities. I don't think I've ever heard her make much of a noise though - what's up with that Dewy boy? Doesn't seem like your mate truly gets what she deserves."

Swiss' cocked head and smug smile all lead up to this point.

Dewdrop reached up, grabbing the taller ghoul by his throat and slamming him into the stone wall. You gasped, stepping even further back as Sodo layed a hit to Swiss' face.

"Dewdrop!" you yelled, snatching the back of his coat in a burst of courage that was soon replaced by panic.

The fire ghoul turned faster than you'd ever seen, claws out to their fullest, grasping around your arm. His human glamour had faded, revealing your ghoul with his face a charcoal dark and his eyes a blaring yellow, his real horns pushing the mask off of his head.

You never had been scared of him before. But with the look on his face, ghoulish features revealed to whoever was in the hallway with you, you felt your heart push it's way to your throat in fear.

Sodo gave no warning of his next motion, only pulling you with him along the ride. You took a sharp breath before following him without hesitation in your steps. You loved Sodo, he wouldn't hurt you or lay a finger on you if you objected to his touches. And through your adrenaline stricken mind, you managed to see that this was still him, still your caring lover.

But he pulled you along with him like he was your enemy, harsh tugs when you couldn't keep up fast enough. He even stopped to a still, arm curling it's way around your waist and keeping you close to him while he walked.

You felt a warmth spread through your body at the way he kept you against him like someone threatened to pull you away, take you from him at any moment.

His horns had grown taller since you'd last seen, knocking against the lining of a doorway that twisted into the ghoul's hallway. It was one you could identify easily, one that you saw pretty often. Most of your nights were spent in the soft glow of Dewdrop's room with it's lights and heavy scents.

But that's not where you were going. When you were being guided further than the first door on the right, you were almost sure his angry haze had fogged his mind.

You sucked in a breath though as he slipped keys out of his pocket, stopping in front of a door. You'd never been in this one, but the name carved into the door professionally made your eyes widen with realization.

Swiss Army Ghoul.

"Dew-"

The fire ghoul pushed his lips to your ear, shushing any questions you had brewing in your mind.

The room wasn't entirely what you expected Swiss' to look like, decorated in various instrument charts along with bursts of satanic red in metal posters. His bed was a vibrant purple with small cross-hatches of black and above his bed was a shelf that held very few books on it. Hanging from that shelf on a hook, a little sign that had a knife carved into the wood. He had music sheets scattered across a small desk and pens, open and closed, pushed back out of the way of the sheets.

His personal guitar stood in the corner next to a shelf filled with objects like cleaner, polisher, picks and more picks. A tambourine sat on one of the shelves, a knick in it from wear.

"What are we doing here," you whispered, turning around to your boyfriend like you would alert Swiss if you spoke too loud. If anything, he would have already known, but there was something scratching at the back of your throat to tell you to be quiet.

Dewdrop closed in, taking your face in his hands and watching you with close inspection. His eyes softened when looking you all over. He looked at you with so much love, so much care.

"Do you trust me?"

You squinted your eyes at that question. Do you trust him? You trust him with your whole soul, with your whole heart and whole mind. Where was he getting at?

"Dewdrop, I trust you, of course I do. Why?" you spoke, trying to soften up on him, give him soothing words that could rub his temples for him. But that wasn't why he asked.

He exhaled, leaning forward till his nose was almost touching yours, "Because in a moment, I'm going to bend you over that asshole's bed and fuck the ever-living shit out of you. And I need you to be okay with that."

You felt a lightbulb flick on in the pit of your stomach, your core kindling a lustful fire between your legs. You felt his words grab you by the hair and by god you wanted those words to consume you.

"Yes- Yes please," you spoke back, the whisper still hitched in your voice, playing at your vocal cords.

Dewdrop's hand slipped into your hair, holding the back of your head up as he kissed you with lips coated in sappy passion. You felt like you could suffocate in the power of his mouth, drowned out by the forceful push of it.

They were warm against your own, his lips laying open-mouth kisses on your own two, other hand slipping surely down to your hip, resting a heaviness onto it as he pushed you back against the edge of Swiss' bed. And the air suddenly got heavier again and your heart started to race in something between excitement and guilt. This was Swiss' room. It was already enough that you were making out on his bed at this point.

Dewdrop pulled away from you, taking a whiff of the air before snarling, "It smells too much like him in here," he turned back to you, smirking with mischief, "We'll change that though, right sweet girl?"

You nodded, hands grabbing at his jacket to bring him into a desperate kiss and he complied, pressing his lips against yours with a deep-sated desire. Your fingers tightened against his clothes, keeping him against you as you were laid down on the covers of another man's bed, still being touched by the one you were undeniably loyal to.

The multi-ghoul wasn't stupid, he would know, but he wouldn't dare come near the same hallway Dew was is for the time being, especially when the fire ghoul was this set off and angry. Everyone knew that was a bad idea.

Dew's hands slipped around to the back of your habit, hand grasping at a zipper and pulling it down your back till he felt the clothing noticeably loosen on your figure underneath him. His hands moved to your shoulders, slipping under the fabric on your shoulders and pushing it away.

It pooled to your wrists, but his hands were adroit in removing the habit, pushing it down and pulling back from where his lips locked onto yours. He stripped your body of the holy outfit, leaving it in an easy pile at the side of the bed - quicker for when he was done defiling Swiss' room.

He removed your underclothing in mere seconds, done with seeing you clothed in the slightest only to be left with the sight of your body sprawled out over Swiss' king-sized bed, panties leaving nothing to the imagination and your bra already discarded into the mess of clothes.

And he was still dressed, something you wished to change, but seeing the way he gazed at you with so much hunger, you had a feeling not much would go your way in that field of desire.

Sodo shed his jacket, nearing you with an aura of dominance. His hands reached out to touch over you, hands running down your sides, planting at your hips and pulling your lower-half into him. His bulge pressed against your clothed wetness, forcing your breath to shallow.

"He's gonna be so jealous," Dewdrop said in a sultry voice, grinding his hips against yours, "when he smells you all over his bed. But you're not his. You're mine."

You closed your eyes momentarily at the feeling of the friction he was causing between you two, opening them back up to see his face. He already looked so satisfied with the way you were pressed up against him.

"You like that baby? You like the feeling of my cock rubbing up against your pussy? Yeah, that's a good girl," Dewdrop praised, kissing you on the cheek, a low growl escaping the ghoul.

You held his throat with a featherlight grip, getting his attention nevertheless, "More, please."

His eyes studied your face, pulling back to watch you with a glazed over look.

"Tell me what you want? I'll give you anything you desire."

You felt your cheeks heat with a shyness of hearing your own self beg. So, you instead grabbed his hand with the one once holding his throat and guided it to your mound, applying pressure to your covered clit with his middle finger.

When your hand let his to hold his wrist, the pressure never dulled, making you squirm with a desperate whimper.

"Sodo-" you begged, trying to squirm away from the pressure that had now felt intense against you. He only smiled at your words.

"I told you to tell me."

You sighed, clamping your thighs around his hand like it would stop anything. And it didn't. He only pressed harder.

"Finger me- please! Please Dew-"

He shoved your thighs apart, releasing his finger and pulling your panties off, his claws leaving tiny scratches along your legs through the action.

You saw him take a deep breath, and with it his claws retracted on his dominant hand. You blushed, feeling shy at what was to come.

Your fire ghoul resumed with his middle finger, this time sliding it through your folds, "Lucifer, you're so wet. Fuck-"

Dewdrop teased your hole, coating the tip of his finger in your juices before bringing it to his lips, wrapping them around the tip of his finger. He watched you, spreading the substance over his tongue and smiling as he pulled it out of his mouth only to push it into you.

You felt your stomach clench, between his oral show and the feeling of him settling his finger knuckle deep inside of you, you felt heat spread throughout your body once again. Pulling back his finger, he thrusted it inside of you.

You moaned, tilting your head back against the sheets. As much as you wanted to watch his fingers work their way inside of you, he felt too good to stay still.

Dewdrop changed his stance, his one hand pushing you further back onto the bed, ghoul growling at the way Swiss' scent seemed to rub off on you. But it could never be strong enough to combat Sodo's.

Without warning, another digit was slipped inside of your soaked hole, pulling a whine from your mouth.

Dewdrop looked at his hand, glancing back up to you, "You're dripping onto Swiss' bed, naughty girl. How do you think he's gonna feel when he finds out?"

You whimpered, grinding down against Dewdrop's two fingers, them curling up into you.

"He's wanted you for ages. But you have always been mine. And I told him that the moment I saw you. You were bound to be mine."

With that, he thrusted his fingers into you again, pressing his palm forward to catch your clit. You moaned, clawing at the sheets.

He looked absolutely stunning, over you with his hair flowing down around his face, a wild look in his eyes. His face imprinted itself into your head everytime he touched you. And you don't think you could forget him now. Not when his hair barely tickled your shoulders when he hunched over to get close to you, tongue swiping at his lips when he liked something you said or did.

"It's always been you," you said in a breathy tone, "I have always wanted you."

You saw the cogs inside his head start to turn, through his eyes, watching him process everything you had told him. He then smiled, laughing deeply with his teeth glinting with victory.

He let no sign of his next course of action except for the way his arm tightened for a second. Dewdrop created a steady rhythm with his hand, finger-fucking at a fast pace you.

His fingers curled with every thrust and he pushed and pulled, tugging breaths and sounds from you.

Pink dusted your skin, the noises coming from where his fingers pushed inside of you making you flustered. They sounded so lewd, expressing your body's reaction to your partner. You weren't the only one that heard it though.

Dewdrop smirked, kissing you on your chin, "Fuck, you're so wet for me sweet girl, you love when my fingers fuck you, huh?"

You clenched around his digits with and cried out. You felt a twisting in your stomach, a heat going up your spine, "Close."

His fingers stopped their motions, grinding his palm against your clit slowly, "What was that?"

"I'm close, please, please I need to cum!"

"Then go on girl," he growled, "Cum on my hand, soak it."

You felt his fingers thrust into you a few time, deep grinds accompanied by the rubbing of his hand. You yelped his name, walls locking his fingers in place.

"There you go, good little thing," he cooed.

You sighed, coming down from your high only to feel the sudden panic rush through you. Dew was still moving his hand against your clit, your body not prepared as you shook with overstimulation.

"Dew- Dew! S- Stop!" you begged, pulling his arm away. He complied, faking a pout when you looked up at him, "Don't- Don't give me that."

He lifted his lips into a cute smile, "Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart."

You hummed, watching as he adjusted his pants, pulling down the zipper and snaking his boxers down. He wasn't looking to get undressed, but the thought of leaving wet patches on his clothes turned your annoyance into arousal.

Dewdrop took his length into his hand, gripping it at the base, giving a solid pump before averting his eyes back up to you.

"You ready baby?" Sodo asked, tilting his head.

You nodded.

The fire ghoul scoffed at your reaction to his question. Letting go of his length, he snagged your body, holding you by the hips before pushing you over. He pulled you back harshly, positioning you head down, ass up.

Leaning over you, he got near your ear with gritted teeth, "I said, are you ready?"

"Yes- please Dewy- yes.."

"That's what I like to hear," he snarled, lifting one leg up onto Swiss' bed and slipping the tip of his member between your wet folds.

You twitched at the sensitivity of your clit, but when he pushed himself inside of you, it didn't matter.

The ridges of his cock slid against your walls deliciously, a shaky breath creeping it's way out of your lungs. He was lengthy, reaching deep inside of you, like he was making his way up to your throat the deeper he pushed.

"Holy fuck, you feel so good Dew!" you whined, letting your face shove it's way into the soft sheets.

Dewdrop bottom out in you, coming to a halt. You figured he was letting you adjust, allowing your walls to take his size. But after the pause got unbearable, you wiggled your lower-half. Dewdrop laid a smack down onto your ass cheek, pulling your hips flush to his.

You whined in annoyance, "Ca- Can you move please?"

Your ghoul growled, "Did you forget who's fucking you? You might be in another man's bed, but that doesn't mean you get to be lazy. Head to the side, I wanna hear you taking my cock."

You shifted, your cheek pressed into the blanket in a way that toed the line of being uncomfortable. You tried to catch a glimpse of your lover, but it was too far of a stretch to turn, so you opted for lifting your head up with the help of your planted elbows.

And in reward to your generous action, Dewdrop hummed, pulling his hips back and thrusting into you.

Pleasure spread through your body, shooting tingles through your core and breasts, hands holding onto the sheets on Swiss' bed desperately.

"There you go sweet girl, I could take you on any surface in the ministry and you'd always look like a princess," Sodo purred, speeding up his hips, removing your breath from your lungs.

"And you could take me- anywhere and you'd still fuck me like a war-hardened knight," you teased back, stuttering on some words.

He huffed out a quick laugh, "Is that a challenge?"

"I never said it was- nnhh- Dewdrop!"

The fire ghoul shoved your body into the bed, most of it laying flat except for your ass which was raised in his grip, and you felt the impact of him slamming his heavy cock into you.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head briefly, barely able to close your mouth as your body dripped with honeyed pleasure. You wondered who was making the exasperated moans, till you faded back in to them being your own.

"This war-hardened enough for you?"

You sucked in a breath, not being able to take his railing in a coherent mindset. Everything you thought, everything you wanted to say, it was always forgotten by the next delicious thrust Dewdrop gave.

"Fuck- yes yes yes! Holy fuck-"

You felt it, the impending stroke of heat. You were gonna cum, the way he was fucking you enough of a stimulus. You'd never-

The next moment was like hitting a brick wall full force.

His hips shifted for a second, and the next time you felt him, slipping through your walls hungering for sexual release, he hit a spongey spot you swore you forgot existed.

But he never did.

You only were able to take three thrusts before you clenched tightly around him. You could've sworn it hurt, the way you were clamped around him so hard, stilling every movement he tried to make. Though you heard a grunt from behind you that made you think differently.

Sodo grinded his hips against yours till you felt his seed spill into you, warmth in the pit of your stomach releasing butterflies loose through your bloodstream.

He hunched over you, resting his head carefully against your back, pressing delicate kisses to the skin. His sharp incisors nipped briefly every other delicate touch to your skin. His cock still seemed to throb inside of you, plugging you with his release.

"I think I could go for a round two," he said in a raspy voice, "But we need to go back to my room - it still stinks of him in here."

You hummed, scooting up on the bad as Sodo pulled out of you slowly, trying so desperately not to hurt you. You realized then why he had you on the bed rather than hanging off it when he was railing you.

His spend mixed with yours dripped out of you slowly, leaving tickles across your skin, feeling some of it drip onto Swiss' bed. That was bound to be an awkward conversation one day, and you were already nervous to have it.

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blue--ingenue · 8 months ago

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"Evasive Maneuvers" - Part 8

Summary: You've been in love with Sebastian since the moment you knocked him on his arse on your first day. Entering your sixth year, you finally begin working up the courage to confess your feelings when he suddenly becomes the best Beater Hogwarts has seen in decades - and subsequently becomes the school's most eligible bachelor.

Author's Notes: back at it with part 8 after an extended hiatus! i'm so sorry for the angsty cliffhanger, my loves. college has been taking up most of my time, but i promise this isn't the last chapter! see you at the next one :)))

Sebastian Sallow had never considered himself undesirable, but ever since his daring rescue and subsequent placement on the Championship team his popularity skyrocketed. Several of the girls in his year had begun giggling each time they passed him in the halls between classes, and a few of them even trailed him class to class, blushing like mad. He seemed to have caught the eye of every witch, and nearly every wizard, in the castle. Every witch, that is, except the one he so desperately longed to speak to. To add insult to injury, his beloved Gryffindor was seldom seen without Garreth Weasley by her side. Garreth, who had been chosen as the Championship team’s second Beater.

When Professor Howin announced the official roster after dinner last week Sebastian was hardly surprised. Everything was going to Hell in a handbasket, and he would’ve been more shocked if she’d chosen anyone other than that smug git. He hadn’t spoken to his Gryffindor since last week. It might take time, but surely she had to understand that he was wrong for her. Even if he’d wanted to apologize to her, what would he even say? He couldn’t - wouldn’t - place her in harm’s way ever again. Despite his every effort to make amends for his actions in fifth year, there was always a voice whispering to him in the dark recesses of his mind. It mimicked her screams and promised that she would never be safe so long as he was by her side. In time Ominis, Anne, and his beloved Gryffindor had all forgiven him. But he could never forgive himself.

He was growing restless in her absence, throwing himself into his studies and pushing himself to exhaustion at every practice. He found work to be the best distraction, but even his fellow team members could sense he was nearing a breaking point.

He found himself searching for her in every corridor hoping to get her alone so that he could begin to fix things. Perhaps he could convince her that they weren’t right for each other. He could sever the thread connecting their hearts and cauterize the wound with the guilt that tormented him each night. They could remain friends, just friends, and nothing more. Sebastian told himself that it would be enough. If he could survive just having her in his life, even if it meant never having her in his arms. And every day, just before he saw her laughing with Garreth, he could almost make himself believe it.

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The worst thing about nightmares wasn’t the horrors that waited, but the inescapability of it all. For all his books and cleverness, logic was useless against the throes of his own terrified mind. A good night’s sleep was a pipe dream. After nearly an hour of tossing and turning Sebastian gave up on trying to rest and slipped away to the common room.

The cavernous hall was as empty as he expected it to be in the dead hours of early morning. The fires burned demurely in the hearths and the gentle padding of his slippers against stone was the only sound to echo back to him. He stood in the center of the main atrium facing the windows and took a deep breath. As a little boy Sebastian had hated feeling small, like he was at the mercy of everyone and everything bigger than him.

But now as he gazed up at the great vaulted ceilings he was reminded of how freeing it felt to let go. A year before his parents’ accident they’d taken a family trip to London. His most vivid memory was of the grand cathedrals they’d visited. The stone arches sloped around intricate stained glass windows reached proudly for the heavens at least a hundred feet above him. The gentle timbre of a practicing choir and the sun caressing his cheek had lulled him into a sense of peace reminiscent of falling asleep in his mother’s arms. He’d give anything to feel that small and safe and protected again.

Ever since he’d lost his parents Sebastian had been determined to keep those he cared about safe at any cost. If he had to choose between his happiness or theirs, he’d relinquish his own without question. If he was doing the right thing to keep his Gryffindor safe, then why did it cause him such agony?

The unfairness of it all seeped into his very bones and settled like lead. Sebastian wondered if the universe decided ahead of time which souls were marked to suffer. If he had been faster the night his parents collapsed in their laboratory, perhaps his family would still be together. If he’d been just a bit smarter in fifth year, perhaps he could have found a cure for his sister before resorting to torturing his best friend.

He vaguely registered the book slip from his weak grasp. It was the starting thud of the spine hitting marble that roused him from his thoughts. As he bent to retrieve the tome he heard a soft sigh from one of the couches by the fire. He wasn’t alone. Curiosity got the better of him and drew him toward the sleeping figure.

His breath hitched as he recognized the girl asleep among the velvet cushions. A faraway voice reminded him of Ominis’ passing remarks from breakfast. She and Ominis were working together on a class project by the end of the week and they would be working in the common room for a few hours. But it didn’t matter. None of it did. She was curled up on her side, hair sloped gently around her shoulders in the softest halo he’d ever seen. Her chest rose and fell and with every breath Sebastian felt himself pulled impossibly closer. He was near enough to notice the tiny shiver that sent a tremble through her frame. He realized she must be cold.

On instinct he slipped out of his robe and laid it over her. She didn’t stir when the makeshift blanket settled around her, and he didn’t want her to. Inexplicably the anxiety had drained from him. He would have given anything for her to just look at him. Weeks without her company had made him desperate. But seeing her sleeping peacefully, knowing that she was safe from harm and poachers and all else for at least one night, was enough for him.

He allowed himself to stare shamelessly, selfishly, for a moment more before quietly making his way back to his room. As he crawled beneath the covers he idly wondered if her ancient magic was what had calmed him so. It was the last thought to cross his mind before he fell into the gently arms of oblivion, free from nightmares for the first time in ages.

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marsprincess889 · 1 year ago

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THE PRINCESS DIARIES - coming into your power.

Astrological analysis with nakshatras

The princess diaries, 1 and 2, are forever on the list of my favorite movies. Girls all over the world feel for Mia and I'm no exception, I almost always cry during certain scenes and I'm amazed again and again by how relatable and real she is, by how those movies speak to young girls.

I've decided to break down the main themes in the two movies by analyzing nakshatras of the people involved.

A quick recap of what the story is about: Mia is a 15 year old teenager living in San Francisco with her mother. She's clumsy, awkward and has no self esteem. One day, her estranged grandmother comes to visit her from Europe to tell her that she's the only legitimate heir to rule a small country- Genovia.

Director of the movies, Garry Marshall has Ketu in Magha. Magha is about ancestors, bloodlines and it's also associated with royalty (Magha begins the signs of Leo). Ketu in a chart represents a person's primal creative energy. This explains why he was drawn to a story about royalty. One interesting fact to note is that Gary Marshall made two very iconic movies (Pretty Woman and Runaway Bride) starring Julia Roberts who has been a kind of muse to him and who has Magha moon. This is also a pattern with directors and actors, one example I can think of is Kirsten Dunst (Ashlesha moon, Purva Ashadha Ketu) being a muse to Sofia Coppola (Purva Ashadha moon, Ashlesha Ketu).

Anyways, let's get back to The Princess Diaries and analyze the heart of the two movies- the relationship between Mia and her grandmother, queen Clarisse.

Anne Hathaway - Hasta moon, Vishakha sun, Jyeshta rising

Julie Andrews - Vishakha moon, Hasta sun, Uttara Phalguni rising

SPOILER ALERT

Part 1

Hasta- strong females

The second movie's main theme is about female empowerment and independence. When the parliament refuses to let Mia rule without a husband, she has 30 days to arrange a marriage and she's willing to do it, just because she wants to rule so much that's she's ready to make such a sacrifice. At the last second she breaks down at her wedding, unable to be betray herself and finds courage inside her to make the parliament change their minds. She succeds and becomes queen without a husband.

Hasta is all about female empowerment but unlike Bharani, it's in a non-sexual, celibate way. Hasta, as a woman, completely rejects almost all male influence and is capable of being self-reliant, only opening up to rare men who she deems worthy. Hasta is the female that does not need a man and in that way, is a safe and empowering place for women.

There's a scene in the second movie where Mia stops the parade to defend a small girl from boys who were bullying her. She tells her how to be a princess and empowers her, letting her and the other kids join the parade. During the monologue at the end, when Mia is talking to the parliament at her wedding, we see women accross the country intently listening to her on the television, shushing the men . 😆

Part 2

Vishakha - joining opposites

Like Hasta, both Anne Hathaway and Julie Andrews have Vishakha in their luminaries. Vishakha nakshatra is about joining opposites. It begins in the sign of Libra (partnerships, agreements, relationships, compromise) with its last quarter being in Scorpio (death, transformation, occult). Vishakha is ruled by the gods Indra and Agni- the lightning and fire gods. It's about energized ebthuasiasm, cultivating something over time, about using the pent up energy or anger. It's another name is Radha ("the gift", hence the next nakshatra being Anuradha- "after the gift".)

"The gift" is not just good, it can also be unwelcome, like in Mia's case, when she was angered by the revelation that she's a princess. Queen Clarisse and Mia are very different from each other, but neither had a choice but to compromise and agree to a bargain. They learn to appreciate their differences and embrace their similarities, thus, joining opposite forces.

They do have misunderstandings, but that's part of all relationships and eventually they bond deeply as they realize they have the same goal. Vishakha is also connected to anger and the little outbursts they both have definitely show that. One great example is when Mia ruins Lana's (her bully's) outfit and calls her a jerk in front of everyone after always just silently ignoring her remarks.

Joining opposites in this movie is not just about Mia and the Queen, it's also about the two cultures, also about the first movie being a high school drama as well as a fairytale for young girls.

Part 3

Jyeshta - from underdog to the ruler

"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear."

-Mia's father to her in a letter

To me, Jyeshta is connected to the underdog who succeeds despite all odds. Jyeshta 's power is to "rise, conquer and gain courage in battle". It's the stage of intense competition. Its deity is Indra- lightning god and the king of the gods, like Vishakha. We see other kids bully Mia in the first film but she slowly places herself above it, making her point (by taking her little revenge on Lana) and then not engaging with them anymore, as she realizes her own self- worth.

A major point in the movie is when she decides not to run away despite being scared to speak to the public, showing her true courage.

Besides Indra- the king of the gods, another deity associated with Jyeshta is Dhumavati- the hag goddess who is eternally hungry. Because of this, I think Jyeshta is associated with grandmothers and our relationship to them. I personally have exalted Ketu in Jyeshta and I was practically raised by my father's late mother (unlike my sibling, mind you. I'm the eldest) and I still have a close relationship with my mother's mother. Mia, played by Jyeshta ascendant Anne Hathaway, also has a very special relationship with her grandmother.

So, in the end, the bullied underdog became a princess and eventually- a queen.

Some bonuses:

Uttara Phalguni is associated with gaining wealth and privileges from partnerships. Uttara Phalguni ascendant Julie Andrews playing queen Clarisse, who became a royal by marriage, confirms that.

Heather Mattarazo (Lily) and Anne Hathaway were born only a few days apart, hence their charts being similar and them playing best friends.

So, this is it. If you found this interesting, please, interact with me, like, comment, reblog. Take care ��

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astra-ravana · 2 months ago

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Basic Numerology

Every letter of the alphabet holds a numerical weight. These numbers each vibrate with a different frequency and affect our energies and lives in different ways. The value of each letter is:

1: A, J, S

2: B, K, T

3: C, L, U

4: D, M, V

5: E, N, W

6: F, O, X

7: G, P, Y

8: H, Q, Z

9: I, R

Each person has their own set of numerical frequencies which influence our lives in various ways. The most significant influences are as follows:

Life Path Number-

Arguably the most important numbers in your personal numerology. Represents one's path in life, their greatest lessons, and their greatest areas for opportunity and growth. This number is calculated using only your date of birth.

Example: A birthday of January 1st, 1999 would equate to: 01/01/1999= 0+1+0+1+1+9+9+9=30 =3+0=3. So the life path number is 3.

Note: Never reduce the numbers 11, 22, or 33. These are master numbers.

Soul Number-

Your soul number reflects your innermost thoughts, habits, and instinctual reactions. It is also representative of your talents, innermost desires, and the subconscious. Similar to the Moon placement of astrology. To calculate your soul number add together the values of all the vowels in your full birth name.

Example: Ann Marie Smith, vowels and values are- A(1), A(1), I(9), E(5), I(9), so 1+1+9+5+9=25=2+5=7. The soul number is 7.

Personality Number-

The personality number is like your book's cover or mask and reveals insights into your social persona and how we present ourselves to others. It can be calculated by adding together the value of all the consonants in your full birth name.

Example: John Allen Dover, consonants and values are- J(1), H(8), N(5), L (3), L(3), N(5), D(4), V(4), R(9), so 1+8+5+3+3+5+4+4+9=42=4+2=6. In this case the personality number is a 6.

Destiny Number-

Destiny numbers can help reveal our life's purpose, our reason to keep going, even our greatest goals and desires. To calculate this valuable number, add the values of all the letters in your full birth name.

Example: Tasha Lynn Cole, values of letters are- T(2), A(1), S(1), H(8), A(1), L(3), Y(7), N(5), N(5), C(3), O(6), L(3), E(5), which becomes 2+1+1+8+1+3+7+5+5+3+6+3+5=50=5+0=5. So this destiny number is 5.

Name Numbers-

You can also calculate the numerological value of your preferred name, nickname, witch name, alias, etc. This will reveal the hidden power behind the chosen name as well as that aspect of yourself.

Example: Astra Ravana, values of the letters are- A(1), S(1), T(2), R(9), A(1), R(9), A(1), V(4), A(1), N(5), A(1), this becomes 1+1+2+9+1+9+1+4+1+5+1=35=3+5=8. So the name's number is 8.

Number Meanings

Element: Fire

Planet: Mercury/Sun

Color: Orange/black

Positive Traits: Leadership, intelligence, courage, creative, positive, independent, focused, drive, confidence

Negative Traits: Stubborn, selfish, tactless, egotistical

Keywords: New beginnings, innovation, manifestation

Element: Water

Planet: Moon

Color: Green/pink

Positive Traits: Patient, tolerant, agreeable, diplomatic, charming, supportive, nurturing

Negative Traits: Shy, unmotivated, oversensitive

Keywords: Trust, harmony, partnership, balance

Element: Fire

Planet: Mars/Jupiter/Mercury

Color: Red

Positive Traits: Popular, friendly, passionate, artistic, versatile, strong, hardworker

Negative Traits: Self centered, critical, vain

Keywords: Abundance, adventure, raising consciousness level

Element: Earth

Planet: Mercury/Uranus

Color: Blue/magenta

Positive Traits: Proud, reliable, dedicated, loyal, patient, down-to-earth

Negative Traits: Stubborn, jealous, stingy, extremists, disruptive

Keywords: Trust, inner wisdom, practicality, guardians, stability

Element: Air

Planet: Jupiter/Mercury

Color: Yellow

Positive Traits: Adventurous, dramatic, passionate, free-thinking, intelligent, humorous

Negative Traits: Unreliable, greedy, envious

Keywords: Change, life lessons, adaptability, resourcefulness

Element: Earth

Planet: Venus

Color: Grey/light blue

Positive Traits: Peacemaker, charming, artistic, loyal, intelligent, kind

Negative Traits: Selfish, picky, nagging, brooding

Keywords: Love, home, family, temperance, balance, equalibrium

Element: Water

Planet: Saturn/Neptune

Color: White/silver

Positive Traits: Mystical, thoughtful, intuitive, quiet, analytical, spiritual, philosophical

Negative Traits: Shy, moody, critical

Keywords: Psychic abilities, introspection, learning, spiritual awakening

Element: Earth

Planet: Uranus/Saturn

Color: Teal

Positive Traits: Power and fortune, wise, charitable, brave, confident, successful

Negative Traits: Egotistical, materialistic, depressed

Keywords: Struggle/delay, research, wealth, infinite possibilities

Element: Fire

Planet: Mars/Pluto

Color: Purple

Positive Traits: Pioneering, adventurous, inspirational, curious, emotionally intelligent, heroic

Negative Traits: Unconcerned, lost in thought, self-pittying, guarded

Keywords: Courage, energy, major events, conclusions, prosperity, rewards

Master Numbers

Less is known in regard to the (sometimes controversial) master numbers, but the following information is what is generally agreed upon.

Positive Traits: Psychic, intuitive, visionary, deep thinker, powerful, influential a

Negative Traits: Perfectionist, impatient, reactive

Keywords: Gifts, answered prayers, wishes, good luck, aligned karma, synchronicities, serendipity, enlightenment, validation of beliefs

Positive Traits: Master manifester, lucky, practical, creative, innovative, talented, dynamic, successful

Negative Traits: Materialistic, workaholic, stubborn

Keywords: Ideas, creative vision, new projects, home/where you belong, influential conversation, growth, good choices, manifestation

Positive Traits: Compassionate, determined, courageous, altruistic, generous, wise, brilliant, kind

Negative Traits: Moody, picky, critical

Keywords: Deep spiritual knowledge, the occult, the beauty in life, self-love/care, perfection, peace, significant improvement, Spirit's support

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chaeshitty · 2 years ago

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RISING SIGNS AND THEIR CONNECTION TO OUR NAME PT. 3 -fire signs-

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disclaimer: this is just my personal observation and i'm not saying your name will be 100% connected to your rising sign, so take this with grain of salt!

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1. ARIES RISINGS:

being honest I don't know any aries risings personally. this will be based on celebrities, i'm sorry fellow aries risings :/. these folks usually have long names, or names with heavy pronunciation, lots of SHs and Rs. since they represent a ram they are not necessarily connected to fire. some of the meanings those names could have: spring, flowers, dragon, courage, dancing, art, warrior, fire, persistence, strength, boldness, tower, iron. those names could be of mongolian, latin, greek (spartan) and arabic origins. you could be even named after great warriors, comadants, rulers (napoleon, katherine the great). names i've noticed amongst these folks: shakira, timur, sheyla, seulgi, batzorig.

2. LEO RISINGS:

their names are a great combo with their last name most of the time (tina turner, marilyn monroe). they are not long, but not short, they are usually not even hard to pronounce and are very easy to remember, that helps them become really well known. names could carry those meanings: sun, shine, bright, lion, king/queen, gold, passionate, vivacious, royal, theatrical, spotlight, warm, strict, righteous leader. they could've got their names from royalty and they could be of any origin but usually french or british. the names i noticed among leo rising folks: leila, danin, margot, basile, soleil, elin, jin.

3. SAGITTARIUS RISINGS:

like the name of their zodiac rising their personal names could be long as well, or just funny to pronounce even tho they are short. (cheryl cole). however those names are unusual and are very unique. i didn't notice a certain pattern in word or letter play in their names, it connects to the witness and originality of sags. their full names could end sentences or make slangs (summer dawn, fa hua and other examples in other languages). they tend to have lots of nicknames. possible meanings: arrow, funny, smart, curious, hot, healer, princess/prince, chiron. names i've noticed: anne, tequila, summer, višnja, dunja, persephone, diana, dahyun.

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I hope it resonates and I hope you like it! Don't forget to leave notes ♡

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absolutefilthimsosorry · 4 months ago

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Spoilers for DnP Incohearent!!!!

I’m having so much fun trying to solve these that I made a list to keep track! Message if you can help me fill in any I’m missing or if I’ve got any wrong!!!

Also lmk if you see any I’ve missed!! I’m going to keep updating this and have it unrebloggable but you can reblog this post to have a link to it!

These are all gathered from this post and this post so check the notes on those first to try to solve them then look here if you need answers!

Sow march cheer ray = so much cherry

Wee nay urn for uke oye yer tub = we’ve never fucked on youtube?

Ta fold in fig = the golden pig

Feed hay hid eho = vday video

Tat he won ape hit morse him he = daddy want a bit more simmy

Watt ken ice hay = what can I say

North key bus teabag king = naughty busty baking

Fool tie enter nit hobo / fall tie mint her nepo moe / fault aye mint earn are ohm owe/ foul thyme inch hermit hole mold = full time internet homo

Cumin mile aid deed or = come in my ladydoor

Hum hay zinc tan = amazingdan

Elven ower fug sedge own = eleven hour fuck session

An berry moth ribeye adam stir = and every month we buy a hamster

March rest array = Manchester eye

Cyst herding yell = sister daniel

Add a ding teps = editing tips

Cop dubai khaki luna = topped by kakuna

Late eat tore = ladydoor

Half tugger etch two eggs cyst = have the courage to exist

Perish she end wink = Parisian twink

Coal ten big/ goal then pick = golden pig

Cyst ordain yell = sister daniel

Train youth inks = try new things

Gay mean moss/ gain ink mass = gamingmas

Soften need = soft and neat

A wools lied = owl slide

Topper bought them hill = top or bottom Phil

Coat fit firenze = golf with friends???

Few ours pig meow fits = viewers pick my outfits

Read less tar = red lester

Eye eight soup igloo = I ate super glue

Insight youth era too walls = inside you there are two wolves

Mine amy stan = my name is Dan

Clap hella = glabella

Hiss teeth rent = hits different

Eel eyes apron kay kiss = Eliza pancakes

See pram haze ink bra jet = super amazing project

Feels lie yawn = phils lion

Fuel ease snot dawn fair = Phil is not on fire

Jaw shush ear son = josh hutcherson

Ball bull him tour food = bauble in your foot?

Sure eck = shrek

High ate dust = hiatus

Add a dink deps = editing tips

Ga hay shoom air age = gay shoe marriage

Pope eat plate aim = poppy playtime

Eat aches stu = it takes two

Goo gal few ed = google feud

Baze ick lee eye meg ay = basically I’m gay

Ko min yout ti ew = coming out to you

Ender knit subvert grew oop = internet support group

Phylis turn yar a sheen yes = PHIL LESTER YOU’RE A GENIUS

With Audi intern yet wean ed brr wood halve mat = without the internet we never would have met

Gum ban yins drool I’ve = companions through life

Reed sons wide answer flail = reasons why dans a fail

Ewan dam ah some are reed = you and Dan are so married

Denver sis fill/ Denver cis full = Dan vs Phil

Or lawn huffing = all or nothing

Dunk rye core raft = don’t cry craft

Mortal jester roam and thick/ Morph adjust row antic = more than just romantic

So wall how debris poll light = swallow to be polite???

Oar hinge art = orange heart

Foray virgo em = forever home

Chai reel loop/ share real oob = cherry lube

Cad boyd anne = cat boy dan

Far turf ill lip = father philip

Tess lit hen ink = the slittening

Forth house indie rolled or touches = four thousand year old tortoises

Hey moth swish roundup floating = a month without uploading

Jam march let pet tea an farms = Je mange les petit enfants

Day lion howl tour = Dalien Howlter

Ima let all kit = I’m a little kit

Feel pearl lays shell ter = Phil plays shelter

Fewer blue key app ending = viewer spooky happenings

Hell low iam tour reel = hello I am Toriel

Laugh tuh gey mile kuh = left to get milk

Villas eek wreck why vuh = Phil’s secret wife

Footy strain gin said dent = ___ strange incident????

Snow core play sum = snokoplasm

Nope puts cereal sleeping mage innit = no but seriously imagine it

Tear rip pulling flu hence = terrible influence

Jeff why eye aisle hike vague liner = fyi I like vagina

Eggs intense all cry cis = existential crisis

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laurapetrie · 1 year ago

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The last sight she saw on this earth was an edifying one: moved by her bravery, Sir John Aleyn, the current Lord Mayor of London, sank to his knees. One by one, just before the Queen was blindfolded, she saw two thousand people sink to their knees. Upon the scaffold, she looked utterly feminine, utterly fragile – a fragility that was to be lost for centuries within a few moments. Every sign of weakness, of believable human psychology, would be excised as the relentless legend of Anne Boleyn gathered momentum. History was watching her that day and she knew it. She was still praying – low, calm, fervently – when, on the third swing, the sword descended. The executioner crossed himself, the ladies rushed forwards, the crowd remained silent and, high above their heads, the cannon fire roared out over London. A solicitor in the crowd wrote home: "The Queen died boldly. God take her to His rest." Too often people attempt to act as if her vindication can be found in the undeniable glory of her daughter's forty-five year reign, but that is to do Anne a disservice. In her own life, in her own personality, can be found her vindication. No one can look at her final weeks and not conclude that this was not a woman of substance and courage and, as Anne herself pointed out, such things do not spring at the end unless they have been there from the beginning. - GARETH RUSSELL

#for my lady🌹#rest easy today you extraordinary woman #i queued this up for nine in the morning london time so hopefully it goes through #!!!#anne boleyn #history #anneboleynedit #historicwomendaily #historyedit #*

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stranger-angel0401 · 3 months ago

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Love Me Like a Sailor

Pairing: Soren x Reader

Description: While Soren searches for the princes, reader is left in Katolis with Viren. When reader runs away, their relationship with Soren is strained. A song fic based off of Sailor Song by Gigi Perez.

CW: Canon-typical violence, mention of death, Viren being Viren

WC: 3.2k

So apparently I can only write angst. Anyway, I'm pretty sure no pronouns are used for reader, pls let me know if there are. Feel free to request, hope y'all enjoy!

I saw her in the rightest way, looking like Anne Hathaway.

The first time Soren sees you, he makes a fool of himself. Trips over his cape, nearly drops his sword. He can’t help it. You’re beautiful. You laugh at him, and immediately it becomes his favorite sound. He’ll do anything to hear it again, even if it means making a fool of himself. When you shake his hand, he brings your knuckles to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to them. You assume this is a common occurrence for him. He’s never done that to anyone else.

Laughing while she hit her pen and coughed.

The two of you become fast friends. You sneak around the castle grounds at night, giggling like stupid teenagers. One night, you collapse to the ground in the garden. Soren is concerned at first, until he leans over you and you start giggling. You reach out for his wrist and drag him down next to you. He lands over you, holding his weight up with his hands on either side of your head. He scolds you about how his sword could’ve impaled you. You grin at him, and he can’t find it in himself to be mad.

And then she came up to my knees, begging ‘baby won’t you please do the things you said you’d do to me?’

When you find out about his quest with Claudia, you beg him to bring you with them.

“I can fight!” You argue.

Soren knows this. You’ve quickly become a top Crownguard. Maybe better than him. He won’t risk your life. He asks you to meet him in the gardens that night. You oblige. You always will. There is fire in your eyes when they meet his, he’s almost intimidated. You stomp right up to him, poking him in the chest.

“I can fight as fiercely as ten soldiers. I can help. Please, Soren. Take me with you.”

He sees the desperation hidden behind anger. You are dealing with the same pain as him. A failed Crownguard with no king to protect. You will do anything to help your kingdom. You will risk your life.

Soren won’t.

Tears fall down your cheeks. There is so much more to your desperation than obligation. You are scared, you’re terrified Soren won’t come back to you. You’re afraid you’ll never see him again.

Soren steps towards you, towards the tree behind your back. He places one hand next to your head. You are not cornered. You don’t move.

He leans in and presses his lips to yours.

Oh won’t you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste will you tell me what’s my flavor?

You whimper and slide your hand under his chestplate, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him into you. The kiss is full of longing and fear and joy. He is yours. He may not return.

I don’t believe in God but I believe that you’re my savior. And when we’re getting dirty I forget all that is wrong.

You find him the night before he leaves. You are standing at his bedroom door, fist raised to knock. You consider going back to bed. He needs rest for tomorrow. You need him.

As you finally build up the courage to knock, his door swings open, and he nearly walks straight into you. You stumble backwards, and he reaches out to gently grab your shoulders. He steadies you.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I shouldn’t be here,” You ramble.

Soren shakes his head.

“No! N-no, don’t be sorry. I sort of kinda was..maybe on my way to go see you,” he admits.

He rubs his arm sheepishly, embarrassed. He is strong, he is vicious. You so desperately want to break down the walls his father has forced him to build.

You smile at him and take his hand. He gently tugs you into his room, shutting the door behind you. You stand awkwardly, unsure what exactly you’re allowed to do. Soren sits down on his bed, extending an arm to you. An invitation. When you take his hand, he pulls you forward into his chest. He lays down, shifting to make sure you’re comfortable. He holds you close to him, you can hear his heartbeat.

“I promise I will come back to you,” he whispers.

You sob.

When he leaves the next morning, he holds you tightly. He almost reconsiders bringing you with him. Almost.

You watch them go from a balcony until you cannot see them anymore. You watch a little longer, just in case.

I sleep so I can see you cuz I hate to wait so long.

You last all of two days under Viren’s reign. He is a tyrant, you understand. And he is especially abusive towards you. He is on his third trip of the day down to that stupid mirror. You can’t stand to pass Gren each time you accompany Viren. He insists you come down with him, simply because “With my son gone, you are the top Crownguard.” You want to roll your eyes.

Your breaking point is on the evening of the second day. He insists you come down to the dungeon again, and you refuse.

“Viren, there is no reason for me to go down there. There are other guards there, and you are at no risk.”

He rolls his eyes at you.

“Maybe so, but as my guard, you will accompany me if I so request.”

“Respectfully, Viren, I will not go back down there to watch you speak to your reflection again. I am needed up here.”

You wonder if he only wants you near him to keep an eye on you.

“I am your king! You will serve me!”

You flinch at his sudden volume.

“You are not my king.”

“If you will not serve me,” he sneers at you, “then you are of no use to me.”

Viren crushes a small piece of coral and begins chanting. Particles swirl around you, freezing into ice. It envelops your legs, and you feel icy spikes digging under your armor and into your skin. The process repeats with your torso and arms, until finally the ice raises. A single spike threatens to poke into your throat. You squirm, trying desperately to break free. You cry out as the spikes rip open your soft skin.

Viren sends a sick smile your way, mumbling something about returning for you later, before swiftly leaving the room. As your struggle, a new horrifying truth comes to light. The more you fight, the closer the spike grows to slicing your neck. You continue fighting anyway. If this kills you, you decide, it will still be better than whatever Viren has planned.

After what feels like hours, you finally realize Viren’s mistake. He has trapped you against the wall, directly next to a mounted torch.

Despite the pain it causes you, you struggle until your right arm is free. You cry out as a particularly large piece of ice digs into your skin. When your arm is finally free, there is a large gash in your skin. You ignore the blood streaming down your wrist as you grab the torch, and begin the slow process of melting your prison.

By the time you escape, it’s the middle of the night. You are bleeding in too many places to count, the gash on your arm still aches, and you are shivering. You run, with no real plan on where you’re going. You try to run in the general direction you think Soren and Claudia took. You hope you remember correctly.

You run straight into a body. When strong arms wrap around you, you thrash and scream.

“Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!”

“Hey, hey hey hey! It’s okay, it’s okay! It’s me, it’s Soren!”

His gentle voice fills your ears, and you nearly sob. He steadies you, glancing over your form. You are filthy, bleeding, and pale.

“Hey, what happened to you? Why are you all the way out here, and why are you so hurt?”

Just as soon as he takes his hands off of your shoulders, your knees buckle. Your adrenaline has run out. He catches you before you hit the ground and calls out to Claudia. Your vision blurs as you feel him guide you down to the ground, concerned eyes staring straight into your soul. The last thing you hear is Claudia chanting, and Soren whispering that you’ll be okay.

When you awake, you are on the back of a horse, held in place by strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Soren, you recognize. You groan, lifting your arm to get the bright sunlight out of your face. Soren shifts behind you.

“You’re awake!”

“Unfortunately,” you mutter.

Your body is sore. Your arm is wrapped in bandages, it still aches a little. You shift to sit up and awkwardly crane your neck to look at Soren. He is battered and bruised. You wonder what happened.

“Where..where are we going?”

“Home!” He grins at you.

Your eyes widen, panic setting in.

“No, no! No we can’t! I-I can’t go back! Not now, Soren, please don’t make me!”

Soren halts his horse at your rambling, sliding off the back of his white stallion. He offers you a hand, pulling you gently down next to him. He rests a hand on your shoulder, speaking softly.

“Why don’t you want to go home? What happened to you, who- who hurt you?”

You shake your head, looking to the ground as your eyes well with tears. How can you shatter his world like that?

She took my fingers to her mouth, the kind of thing that makes you proud that nothing else has ever worked out.

With his free hand, he grasps yours, bringing your fingers to his mouth for a kiss, just as he did the day you met. You want to scream. Claudia stays a few feet away. You appreciate it.

“Sweetheart, look at me.”

Your eyes meet his, and you have to look away again. There is so much innocence behind his eyes. He places two gentle fingers under your chin, lifting your eyes to his.

“I can help you, I want to help you. But I can’t do that if you won’t tell me what happened.”

There is so much earnestness behind his expression. He is dead serious, something you don’t see from Soren often.

You wonder if he really will help you.

In a leap of faith, you take a deep breath.

“V-viren..Viren trapped me. He was going to kill me, Soren.”

Soren’s expression shifts to something not quite readable. You can’t meet his eyes.

And then he laughs.

He laughs so hard he nearly falls over, wiping tears from his eyes as he recovers.

“My- my dad? Good one, love. Now, who do I need to go after?”

Your heart shatters.

“Soren, I- I’m being serious. He trapped me in ice, said he’d come back for me later. I- I had to run. He would’ve killed m-”

“Yeah, right,” Soren interrupts. “You must have misunderstood something. My dad would never hurt anyone, not like that. Especially someone he knows is important to me.”

He pulls you back towards his horse, frowning when you resist.

“Come on. Come home with us, we’ll sort everything out. I know he wouldn’t have intentionally hurt you.”

And lately I’ve tried other things, but nothing can capture the sting of the venom she’s gonna spit out right now.

You shake your head, ripping your hand from his.

“I can’t, Soren. He will kill me.”

Hurt flashes in his eyes. He steps forward, starting to argue. You step backwards, looking at him as if he’s a threat.

“I’m sorry, Soren. I can’t. I won’t.”

You stare at the ground, hoping you aren’t making the wrong decision. Hoping he won’t.

You step forward, pulling Soren into one last kiss.

Oh won’t you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste can you tell me what’s my flavor?

You release him, whispering a soft apology as you turn away, running away from Katolis. Running away from Soren.

The elf, whose name you later learn to be Rayla, nearly kills you when you catch up with them. Hesitantly, she lets you stay when you explain yourself. You are a Crown guard, you are here to protect the true king and Prince Callum. When you explain how you ran from Katolis, and from Soren, Callum trusts you implicitly. When the kids explain how Claudia and Soren betrayed them, and how Soren lied to them about their father, you understand you have made the right decision.

You wish you hadn’t.

The next time you see Soren is at the top of the Storm Spire. He coughs and sputters as Callum performs the breathing spell. When he finally inhales, his eyes look straight to you.

“Is this the afterlife?”

You nearly cry.

Instead, you raise your sword stepping in front of Callum and Ezran.

“Don’t- don’t come any closer.”

Your voice trembles.

Soren tries to rise. You step forward, raising your sword higher.

“Take one step closer to the princes and find out what happens.”

He raises his hands in surrender, dropping to his knees. You hate this. You hate what Viren has done to him.

His hair is grown out and messy, and stubble dusts his chin. He looks older, sadder. You’ll kill Viren.

“I’m here to help,” Soren whispers.

You lower your sword a fraction of an inch.

“How can I- we, we, trust you?” You ask.

Your sorrow is not lost on Soren. Ezran’s voice sounds from behind you, commanding you gently to stand down. Hesitantly, you sheath your sword and step back. Soren reaches out, but you dodge his grip, opting instead to lean against the wall at the back of the room. He looks like a kicked puppy. An apology dies in your throat.

Dread settles over your shoulders as Soren explains his father’s plans. You glance around at the room, deciding you’re doomed. A child king, a baby dragon, a Moonshadow elf, two sky mages, and two failed Crown guards. You’ll never stand a chance.

You look up to see Ezran whispering in Soren’s ear. It’s an interesting sight. Ezran is standing on his tip-toes, while Soren is hunched over, his back bent in an uncomfortable looking way. Despite yourself, you smile. When Soren stands back up, you see him take a deep breath. He turns and begins walking towards you, looking nervous. You don’t walk away. When he reaches you, he offers his hand. In his palm is a small Xadian flower in your favorite color. When you look at him, his eyes are apologetic.

“Can..we talk?” He nearly whispers.

You nod lightly. You surprise him by taking his hand and letting him lead you outside. His grip is gentle, but feeling his touch again nearly has you in tears. The scar on your arm shatters his heart. He knows now who gave it to you.

Soren doesn’t take you far, just a little ways down the steps to a small platform. He releases your hand, and you sit against the rock. Soren paces in front of you, and you sigh.

“Soren, whatever you have to say to me..just say it.”

He freezes, staring at the ground.

“I uh- I owe you an apology.”

You motion for him to sit beside you, to which he happily obliges. He’ll take any excuse to be near you.

“When..when Claudia and I were on our mission, there was an accident. I was hurt, I couldn’t walk. I wouldn’t be walking if it wasn’t for Claudia. When we got home, my dad was..cruel to me. To everyone. The things he did..”

Soren is crying now. You reach up to brush a tear off his cheek, and you hate the way he initially flinches at the contact.

“The way he talked about you, I- I left his army. Left him behind and I came all the way here just for you. I just- I need you to know that I believe you about- about what he did, and I’m so sorry for not believing you, I- I couldn’t imagine my dad doing something so awful but- but I believe you now, and I’m sorry.”

You respond not with words at first, but by letting your head drop against his shoulder. He tenses, and you wonder when your life fell apart so horribly. You reach for his hand, dragging his arm around you and over your shoulder. He finally relaxes, leaning against you. His thumb rubs gentle circles against your shoulder, and you wonder how long you can milk this moment for.

You find yourself unable to sleep that night. The threat of the battle to come is simply too much. While everyone else sleeps, you find yourself wandering over to where Soren sleeps. His blonde hair is a mess, falling over his eyes and mouth. His breathing is soft, and you suddenly doubt yourself for walking over here. Just as you turn to head back to your makeshift bed, he shifts, and his arm reaches out for you.

“Come here,” he whispers.

When you hesitate, he shifts to face you. He looks tired, but you realize he hasn’t slept either. He lifts his blanket, motioning for you to lie next to him.

“Don’t wanna bother you,” you mutter.

Soren frowns. With a surprising amount of gentleness, Soren tugs on your arm, dragging you to lie down next to him. You practically feel your body melting at the warmth he provides, and you shift to press your body closer to his. He stiffens as you move, still afraid to mess things up again. He won’t lose you again, he’ll give you all the time and space in the world. Once you’re settled, you tug on his arm. He obliges and wraps it around you, pulling you against his chest. You exhale softly, and Soren could cry right there. You’re so perfect, he realizes, and he nearly lost you.

“I won’t let him hurt you,” he mumbles. “Never again.”

“I know.”

You admire him, the stubble adorning his chin, the way his hair has grown out ever so slightly. You reach one hand up and twirl the soft strands around your fingers. He hums contently.

Subconsciously, you lean closer to Soren. His breath hitches in his throat, but he waits, allowing you to make the decision on your own. You close the distance, gently pressing your lips against his. A muffled cry escapes Soren.

We can run away to the walls inside your house, I can be the cat baby, you can be the mouse.

When you pull away, he is smiling softly. You shift, tucking your head under his chin. He holds you protectively, and for the first time in weeks you feel safe.

And we can laugh off things that we know nothing about, we can go forever til you wanna sit it out.

Something shifts, and suddenly you feel like you can win the war. Zym will be safe, Ezran will take the throne, and Xadia and the human kingdoms will be at peace.

And with Soren by your side, that will be enough.

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